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Feb 2012
Oblivious to the cold
as mid-autumn wind
steals my sweater.
I breathe smoke deeply.
Exhale
slowly.
You have left
my lungs.
Leaves crunch
under my feet,
as my soul finds its way
back home.
The silhouette of woman
is at my heels.
With key in hand,
I unlock the pale, gray door.
Tara Ewer
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Tara Ewer
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   --- and JL
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